Blue Grass
I’m sure I look normal. I think I look normal. What is normal? I don’t know. I find it hard to describe my appearance. How can I when I’ve never seen myself? I don’t even remember who I am. Actually, I’m not
Category: Creative
A letter to my students about the pandemic
Osiyo, Ya’at’eeh, and Hello, students, I hope you and your families and friends are doing well. To help stop the spread of the virus, we are moving classes online (at least) until April 5th. We may end up finishing the rest of
An Indigenous Cyberpunk Manifesto
Gibson constructed the console cowboy, but we are the digital Natives. We are the original Natives of the web, the tech-savvy NDNs weaving in and out of discussion threads, the warriors with keyboards who carry sparks into cyberspace. We are the coders